the bait, but then, seeing his dancing eyes, she subsided immediately. ‘Thank you so much for your help,’ she said instead, batting her lashes at him.
He laughed. ‘Come on, time for visits. Mary Tanner has gone home and I have to pop in and see her. Want to come?’
‘Sure. How’s her husband coping?’ she asked as she packed up her things.
‘I don’t know. That’s one of the things I want to find out.’
She followed him out, returning the patient envelopes to the office as she went.
Predictably, Peggy was waiting with a question. ‘Did you mean to send this urine off on a haematology form?’
‘Oh, hell,’ she muttered.
Behind her Leo tutted and gave a resigned sigh while she quickly filled in the correct form and gave it to the patient practice manager.
‘Sorry, Peggy,’ she said with an apologetic smile, and was greeted with an encouraging pat on the hand.
‘Don’t worry, it’ll come with time.’
‘I wish,’ she muttered under her breath, and then Leo was wheeling her out of the door and towards the car.
‘Now, do you need the loo before we go?’ he asked with heavy tolerance, and she glared at him.
‘No, thank you.’
‘Sure?’
‘Perfectly!’
‘Don’t get grotty with me ——’
‘I’m not getting grotty!’ she said, her voice rising steadily.
He tutted again. ‘You’ll be stamping your foot in a second.’ He hopped over the door and slid behind the wheel, watching with interest as Abbie struggled into the low bucket seat, her skirt riding up as she did so.
She shot him a furious glare. ‘Don’t leer,’ she told him crossly. ‘And anyway, where’s your Volvo? Isn’t it time you got it back?’
‘All in good time — anyway, I get a better view of your legs in Topsy.’
She glowered at him, and he chuckled. ‘God, you’re gorgeous when you’re angry, do you know that?’
She looked hastily away. ‘Where are we going?’
‘To see Mary Tanner, then an elderly lady with congestive heart failure who’s struggling for breath. I’ve put her on Bambuterol but I want to see if it’s doing the trick.’
‘I haven’t heard of it,’ Abbie said, and then could have kicked herself.
‘Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?’ he murmured. ‘In fact, I wouldn’t have expected you to, because it’s pretty new. It’s a bronchodilator like Ventolin, but oral, to give her more prophylactic cover over twenty-four hours. She’s been waking up breathless and in those circumstances an inhaler is a bit like shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted. Anyway, we’ll see if it’s working. Right, here we go.’
The engine purred smoothly to life, and Leo swung the car out on to the road and headed for the Tanners’ house while Abbie tried to appear nonchalant, hold her hair down and keep her knees out of reach all at once.
She failed — at least with the knees. As the car swerved round a corner, so she slid over the leather upholstery and fetched up against the gear lever just as Leo reached for it.
With a gasp she swivelled out of reach but not before the touch of his warm fingers had sent shivers down her spine. He threw her a teasing grin.
‘If you want me to touch you, Abbie, you only have to ask,’ he said softly, and his voice, deep and gravelly, turned her bones to jelly and her resolve to mush.
‘You should be so lucky,’ she mumbled, and let go of her hair to get a firmer grip on the seat. ‘Of course, if you weren’t going round the corners like a bat out of hell I wouldn’t slide around so much.’
‘Your bottom’s too small. If you had a few curves, you’d fit the seat better,’ he replied with a grin.
‘I have curves,’ she told him primly.
His eyes slid over her body and back to the road. ‘I’d noticed — but only on the front.’
Abbie’s top-heaviness had been the bane of her adolescence. All gangly legs and boyishly slim hips, the last thing she had expected or wanted was the lush fullness of her breasts, which had appeared as if by magic when she was thirteen and kept growing out of all proportion to her otherwise streamlined frame. Her brothers had ragged her to death about it, and so she had acquired a complex about a mile wide. As she grew older she had learned to deal with the leers of her male colleagues, and by wearing loose blouses and jackets she had managed to minimise the problem.
Not, apparently, enough to fool Leo. She felt the blush coming and turned away so that he wouldn’t see, but they were at the end of their journey and he pulled up outside the Tanners’ house and turned to her.
‘Coming in?’
‘Only if you’ll stop this endless sexual harassment,’ she told him grimly.
He stopped in the act of climbing out of the car and turned back to her, her face serious for once. ‘Abbie, I’m only teasing.’
‘Are you?’ She made herself look at him. ‘What about all this rubbish about an affair? Is that teasing, too?’
He met her eyes for a long time, the gold flecks gleaming in their blue surround, making his eyes almost green — like a lion, she thought, predatory but content to watch — for now. She licked her lips. ‘Well?’ she prompted.
‘No, that isn’t teasing. I’m more than ready for anything you want to offer. Just say the word. For the rest ——’ He shrugged. ‘You take youself too seriously.’
‘Damn it, Leo, someone has to! I’m sick of being treated like a bimbo just because I’ve got ——’ She floundered to a halt.
‘A chest like a page-three model?’
She flushed furiously and turned away. ‘Exactly. Female exploitation.’
He chuckled. ‘Oh, come on, Abbie — I’ve seen you looking at me. If you’d only admit it was mutual we’d maybe stand a chance.’
‘No way.’
He sighed and finished climbing out of the car. ‘Coming?’
She opened the door, grabbed her skirt and yanked it down as she squirmed out of the seat. As she straightened, she met his eyes and the blue and gold burned bright like a hot flame. The sun glinted on his tawny hair, and he stood quite still, watching her. She felt frozen by his eyes, pinned to the spot, unable to move or look away. He reminded her of a big cat, a lion, relaxed but ready to spring — on her.
She had the distinct feeling that with this particular lion, though, her
